My prison cell has been one of yearning for More,
always imagining there to be something I am missing,
something I need to find.
And today I make a promise to myself
to be curious about my life, about mothering,
about our experience of home educating,
about home.
Because there is Likely to be a way to Enjoy it,
to be enriched and feel Full within it,
when I simply stop looking elsewhere, and Look Here!
Look Here.
To the Babe at my breast,
the fleas in the loft,
the bubbling breakfast on the stove,
the dawn chorus joining me this morn.
I Am Mother.
Fierce, loving,
foolish, forgetful,
forgiving, reenergised,
happy, twisted,
Dancing Mother.
Welcome to my Blog
Namaste
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